Female President's Protector

The autumn wind is fragrant, drifting gently.The fragrance of locust trees is blown down, and the fragrance of cinnamon is scattered.Permeating, is the strong chrysanthemum fragrance that cannot be melted.The countryside is full of autumn water, blowing the coolness of autumn.Standing in the wind, listening to the trembling of the flowers and branches, watching the dancing of the flowers and leaves.Euphemistic circulation, reminding us of a dream.

The first hazy drizzle since the beginning of autumn slowly fell from the sky. Sanniang stood on the path in the field, looking not far away with tears in her eyes.

The autumn rain clears the lungs and cleanses the dust.Dressed gracefully, with a flower umbrella, she walked slowly in the rain in front of Sanniang, on the path in the field.

She seemed to see the middle-aged woman opposite, dancing lightly, with a faint fragrance and full sleeves.

With the meaning of autumn, with the autumn wind, with the coolness of autumn, entangled with each other, lingering and lingering, a thought becomes a sorrow, and the frame is like a poem.

"mom……"

Sanniang's voice trembled, and when the word was uttered, she was already sobbing.

Love is as heavy as a mountain, and blood is thicker than water.

When San Niang's words fell, time froze instantly.

Jiang Yamei trembled slightly, and turned around slowly.

When she saw Sanniang who was haunted by her dreams, the umbrella in her hand had dropped to the ground, and she let the drizzle like bead curtains fall on her body.

Although they haven't seen each other for a long time, they can feel the blood connection in each other's body, blood is thicker than water.

Whether it was tears or rain on the faces of the two, it seemed that there was only each other in their eyes, and nothing else.

Watching Jiang Yamei shed burning tears and calling out tenderly, Sanniang threw herself into that warm and comfortable embrace.

At this time, she was no longer the fearsome witch, nor was she the Ling Tian who controlled the existence of the behemoth, she was just a little girl, a girl who desperately needed her mother's embrace.

Looking at the refreshing picture in front of you, it is like a famous painting handed down from generation to generation, exquisite and timeless.Whether it was Zhang Yi, Yang Ming or the other three, as well as the villagers who followed, they were already infatuated.

They embraced together, composing warmth.

Jiang Yamei is like a trickling stream, bringing sweet nourishment to Sanniang's heart; mother is like a ray of soft sunshine, which silently melts the frozen heart, and her embrace is a quiet harbor, allowing Sanniang to sail far away The tiredness dissipated.

For a long time.

The first autumn rain also witnessed their family affection, and it stopped slowly.

"Xiaoxue, where have you been all these years?" Jiang Yamei helped Sanniang wipe the rain off her face, her voice choked up, and she wept with joy.

To be honest, Sanniang has never tried the state she is in today, and she wanted to cry when she opened her mouth.

"I asked someone to look for you, but those who have been to Yanjing say they don't know Situ's house, do you know that mother is very worried." Jiang Yamei held Sanniang's little white hand, her voice hoarse.

Sanniang took a deep breath, looking at her mother's rough hands, thinking of her life here where the sun rises and the sun goes down, the sparkle in her eyes fell again.

She knew very well that her mother was afraid to go back, or she was disappointed.

But she cared about herself, and asked someone to find Situ's family, just wanting to know that she was safe enough.

"Mom, I'm sorry."

Besides, Sanniang didn't know what else to say.

It would be great if I could find her earlier.

If so, mother would not have to suffer so much.

There was a slight smile on Jiang Yamei's face, and an excited look filled her face.

Middle-aged people are like autumn, flowing clouds and flowing water, scattered and relaxed.She hoeed and buried flowers by herself, which had nothing to do with romance.The flowers bloom and fall, the clouds roll and the clouds relax, just strolling in the courtyard and passing by with a smile.

As soon as my daughter comes back, I don't need anything else.

She laughed so happily that she was so excited that she touched her wrists.

"Auntie." Zhang Yi didn't want to interrupt this warm moment, but Sanniang and the others' clothes were all wet by the drizzle, so they hurried back to change and wash.

But when he called out this title, he felt a little nervous.

Seeing Zhang Yi's nervous expression, Sanniang smiled sweetly, took his arm and whispered, "Mom, this is my boyfriend, Zhang Yi."

"Okay, okay." Jiang Yamei said hello several times, looked at Zhang Yi carefully, as if she was very satisfied with this son-in-law, and then continued: "Let's go home first."

"My mother seems to be quite satisfied with me." Zhang Yi said in a low voice following behind Jiang Yamei.

Sanniang gave Zhang Yi a charming look, her red eyes filled with love: "Virtue."

But at this moment, Zhang Yi's eyes burst out with a rage.

Because he vaguely saw Jiang Yamei's feet in front of him, it seemed to be inconvenient, it seemed to be injured, and he almost fell down.

After a while, everyone followed Jiang Yamei to the place where she lived.

Seeing a tile-roofed house with an area of ​​more than ten square meters, a fire had to be lit inside for cooking, whether it was Zhang Yi or Situ Jie, they couldn't help feeling anxious.

Sanniang was even worse, tears falling down.

"Mom, how have you been living these years?" Sanniang asked choked up.

"How can I live? I have no land here, so I can only do odd jobs for others. My mother has hands and feet, so she can't die of hunger." He said while pouring warm water from a kettle to everyone.

When Situ Jie took Jiang Yamei's water, he felt that the glass of water was heavy, as if it weighed a thousand catties, and his heart felt blocked.

At first, they were wrong.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind.

And the villagers outside the door have already exploded.

It turned out that these rich people came to find Jiang Yamei, and her daughter was actually that incredibly beautiful girl.

It turned out that Jiang Yamei was from a wealthy family, but she came to Baishi Village for some reason.

"Bai Yong is going to suffer disaster this time. These people will definitely help Jiang Yamei get revenge."

"That's right, when I saw Jiang Yamei back then, I felt that she had a very noble temperament, but Bai Yong and the others always came to bully Jiang Yamei. This time, I think she is dead."

"I don't think so. There are people in Bai Yong's town, and Bai Yong's brother still runs a factory in the town."

Now that Zhang Yi is in the middle stage of the fourth level of congenital, his hearing is not comparable to that of ordinary people, so he should hear the discussions of the villagers at the door.

He didn't know what power that Bai Yong had, nor did he know how they bullied Jiang Yamei. He didn't think it was necessary to know, because he, and the so-called them, were mortals.

The coldness in his black eyes flashed away, he glanced at the tile-roofed house calmly, and said with a light smile: "Mom, why don't you come home with us today."

As soon as Zhang Yi's words fell, Sanniang was full of love and looked at the man softly.

Although Zhang Yi's realm is not as high as Zhang Yi's, but with his double cultivation, and through his help, he is at the early stage of the second level of innate nature, so he naturally heard the words at the door.

Although she was furious in her heart, leave everything to the man.

When Jiang Yamei heard Zhang Yi's address, she was stunned for a while, then looked at him strangely, and asked bitterly, "Home?"

"Well, it's my home with San and Xiaoxue." Zhang Yi nodded and said.

"I……"

Just as Jiang Yamei was about to speak, a rough voice came from the door.

"Jiang Yamei, didn't I ask you to help me harvest the crops? What the hell are you doing here?"